This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #392 where the given word is SWARM, and the word count is 10.
§
Soldier bees
Worker bees
All together
Really clever
Making honey
This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #392 where the given word is SWARM, and the word count is 10.
§
Soldier bees
Worker bees
All together
Really clever
Making honey
This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #319 where the given word is SPARROW, and the word count is 20.
§
Seeds and fatballs
Please renew!
All are eaten
Raisins too
Really hungry
On the floor. Here I am
Wanting more.

Every year on 25th January, people all over the world celebrate #BurnsNight, usually with a Burns Supper. The occasion is more than just a meal. It is a celebration of the life and works of Robert Burns. Read the story of Scotland’s National Poet, here: http://ow.ly/bYVF50Mslua. It is also President Zelensky’s birthday, who is reputed to be a fan of Burns.
There are so many Burns poems and songs to choose from. He wrote in the Scots language, although much of his writing is in a “light Scots dialect” of English, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these writings his political or civil commentary is often at its bluntest.
Nicola Sturgeon, The First Minister of Scotland, chose the following to include on her Twitter account this morning:
“But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white – then melts for ever”
This is a very brief extract from the epic poem Tam o’Shanter
§
I am also sharing a rare photograph of a Haggis in flight. They are very timid creatures so I was very lucky to capture this image.

Happy Burns night!
This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #283 where the given word is DUNK and the word count is 78. Better late than never, but I was determined to continue the acrostic theme!
§
Not one, but three dunks to make the count Dunking biscuits gleefully Under the boughs of the old oak tree Not concerned lest they should break Kept dunking them for old times sake Dead fly biscuits were the best Uncle Sam was not impressed Never passed his moustachioed lips Kept biscuits dry without the dips Dandy Denis dunked too much Until his biscuits turned to slush Never drank the soggy bottom Kept telling me this rhyme was rotten
This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #281 where the given word is COLLYWOBBLES and the word count is 68.
§
Can’t stop now I have to dash
Or I will be in trouble
Lobster lunch that I’ve just had
Left me bending double
You’ll have to carry on alone
Without my company
Once my tummy’s settled down
Best have a cup of tea
But hang about, let’s not be rash
Lest my tummy has a fit
Especially since I have to dash, ‘cause here it comes, OH
SHIT!
Wake up fresh
Party party
Dodgy tummy
Farty farty
Gurgle gurgle
Drip drip
Fill the beaker
Sip sip
Pour the whisky
Splash splash
Drink too much
Dash dash
Feeling peckish
Eat eat
Choose a curry
Heat heat
Tummy upset
Pain pain
Run to loo
Again again
Go to bed
Snore snore
Wake up fresh
More more
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
The opinions expressed are those of the author. You go get your own opinions.
Creative writing that reads well & sounds good
A QUIRKY LOOK AT MODERN LIFE
...moments of unexpected clarity
Still Trying To Make Sense Of It All
by Britta Benson
We went to France ..... and then we came back.
Come along on an adventure with us!
KL CALEY
a light hearted look at caravanning through the eyes of a couple of grey nomads.
writing is sorrow; having had written is sublime
Life with cats, and other things...
Rachel McAlpine writes, blogs, draws and podcasts here
A Journal Of Everyday Life
Developmental Editor | Line Editor
Life, the universe and everything, Britta-style
A bit of this...A bit of that...bit of everything...come on in...
Driveling twaddle by an old flapdoodle.
Writing, the Universe and whatever occurs to me
An escape to a different life; chronicles in discovering Archaeology, Science and self
Poetry. Art. Photography. Musings.
Author Aspiring
Photography
Short stories, poems, journalism
The Writing Life